You bastard
there's a grave by west lake.
in front of the grave, four statues of iron were found, two of which were the victims of the qin brothers and sisters who had sold their country.
the legend is that, in ming dynasty, the city of hangzhou arrived with a new ceremonial seat, also known as qin, a qin heir.
shortly after taking office, he took his men to the west lake.
he came to the grave-in-law, and saw his fathers kneeling before others, covering their faces with their clothes, and turned back.
back to the courtyard, sitting in a state of uncertainty, he asked the master to discuss it and to remove it.
master zhu, think about it: “if you move, the people won't let it go, it might make things worse.
i think it's better to ask people to throw this iron in the middle of the night in the west lake, which is as big as this, and as heavy as it is at the bottom of the lake, it's dry and impossible to find.” the table says, "it's great! the day after dawn, something strange happened; the water in the west lake stinked.
the stench swollen the walkers, and they all threw up.
who knows, the iron in front of the grave is missing two times, and shouts: "everyone, the iron is missing.
someone must have thrown it into west lake.
otherwise, how could the lake smell so bad?" when the people learned about the loss of the statue, they all went to the court to sue the bad guys who had lost the statue.
the
table is still sleeping on the bed, listening to the noises outside the door and then getting up and asking questions.
the men told the source.
the placard was a bad heart, and he called it out and said he was sick.
the more people gather, the more the lions are coming down.
i was afraid that something would happen in that way, and then i came out to see the people.
and he said, "this -- this is a rumor.
let's not trust each other." people say, "wasn't there a rumor? you'll see it." says he's gonna pull him away.
we can't do that.
we have to ride in the eight-person saloon to the west lake.
it's a few miles from the lake.
there's a stench coming straight to the door.
fortunately, he didn't have time to eat that day and finally managed to stop vomiting.
the saloon to the beach table is a suture from the curtains, and all that lies ahead is human.
he jumped out of his heart, slowly came out of the door and coughed a few times, and said, "the lake stinks and it's normal.
you don't have to be surprised.
in my opinion, this has nothing to do with the iron statue." at this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "who are you? i can't tell you how to answer that.
he set his mind to comfort himself; "don't panic! the iron has sunk under the lake.
who can find it? when i think about it, i say, "don't mess around! if someone really pulls an image out of the lake, i'm willing to resign!" as soon as the water comes out of the dark, it becomes clear.
from the bottom of the lake, a pair of irons came up like someone was holding them.
it's like yellow paper, no matter what it is, one head goes in the sedan and says, "run! run!" without his official hat, he fled hangzhou city at night. the iron is floating at the lake, and the people have taken it up and moved to the grave。